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Subject: {ASSM} Does This Dress Look OK, Honey? (MF oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr
Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 16:10:03 -0500
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If
you aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if
you have problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please
don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for
acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons
is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people,
places, or things mentioned in this story do not appear with
permission, and any representations of them should not be
interpreted as being in any way based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your
problem, not mine. 



 - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.


Does This Dress Look OK, Honey?   (MF oral rom)
By Jeff Zephyr    jeffzeph@hotmail.com


"Does This Dress Look OK, Honey?" she asked.

Now, how I am supposed to answer that?  I'd been busy getting
myself dressed, and watching her, from the time she got out of the
shower, putting her stockings and garters on, and her dress.  I
was much more interested in what she had covered up, than what she
was wearing.  Especially since she hadn't put her panties on yet.

While thinking this, I just smiled, and tried to look thoughtful. 
I could have used the time to actually come up with an opinion
about her dress itself, but other thoughts kept getting in the
way.  I knew we were supposed to go to this party, and people
would notice if we missed it.  In the rush to get ready, I'd missed
out on a golden opportunity for some joyful playtime in the
shower, and my body let me know that.

She hadn't said anything yet, but was looking a bit impatient,
waiting for my opinion.  I just had to say something.

"Honey, you know I don't understand things like that.  Besides,
I'm more interested in what's under the dress, which looks great
to me."

There, safe for the moment, I thought.  I didn't think her dress
was all that sexy in itself, and couldn't say that.  Sure, this
was a formal kind of affair, so dressing provocatively wasn't
expected, but I knew what I liked, and that was sexy, showy,
flashy.  Her dress was a decorative velvet thing, dark red in
color, and though the back was open a bit, so she didn't wear a
bra, the fabric in front was sufficient to conceal the details of
her breasts.  The skirt had a frilly bit over it, and was pleated
enough to stand out a bit from her behind, again, hiding the
details which I so appreciated.

"Come on, you know enough to know if it is nice or not?  I just
want to know what you think, honestly!" she insisted.

I had to say something, so I picked the obvious, safe thing.  It
was true, but unfortunately, it never seemed quite enough.

"It looks nice, very pretty on you.  I like that color."

"But what about the bottom?  Does it make me look a little plump?"

"Well . . . " I trailed off.  What was I supposed to think, when
it looked as though it was pumped up, making her look wider in the
hips than her actual size?  I knew that plump meant fat, and fat
was bad.  My eyes said that it did, but I thought it looked OK. 
Who was supposed to decide this stuff, anyway?

"So, that means it does?" she pouted, and sat on the bed.

"It looks fine to me, dear."

"But does it make me look bigger?"

"That's just the cloth, I think No one will think that it is you
that is bigger, down there.  Besides, I just watched you put it
on, and I know that your bottom looks delicious."  

Saying that, and relaxing, let my dick harden.  She noticed that,
too, since my suit pants were tight.

"Hmm, and you can't even see what's under it, can you?" she
answered, slipping the hem of her dress up, not quite enough yet
to expose her sweetest self, but past the tops of her stockings.

"I think I need to take a closer look, just to make sure it really
is OK."

I knelt at the edge of the bed, between her legs, as she slid
forward, hiking her dress up slowly.  I stroked her legs through
her stockings, and kissed her pussy.  Slow kisses, licks around
her thighs, listening to her sighs.  I dug in for real, eating her
up, lost in her taste.  It wasn't long before my efforts were
rewarded with the sounds of her joy.  I licked her clean, gently,
but some moisture escaped.

"It's a good thing that the fabric is so heavy, or you'd need to
change."
 
She checked it out herself, then added "I'll take your response as
sincere, for liking it."

"It is a nice dress, even if it doesn't show off any details.  You
could make anything look pretty."

"Someday you might learn a bit of fashion sense."  She looked at
the clock for a moment, then turned to me. "I think there is just
enough time to let me show you how I feel.  Besides, if I don't do
it, you'll be distracted all evening, and all those pretty young
things will notice."

"Are you sure?"  I asked, as she undid my pants and slid them
down, pushing me to sit on the bed.

"No problem.  I'll be careful not to wrinkle our clothes." She
winked at me, then filled her mouth with me, licking and sucking. 
I was going to try to watch the time, but the sensations
overwhelmed me.  In what seemed like a long time, but was in fact
only a couple minutes, I exploded in her mouth.  She carefully
held on, so no drops would escape.

As I got dressed, and she put her shoes and makeup on, I realized
that I hadn't seen her put her panties on.  I didn't see them out,
either.   When we headed out the door, my curiosity was bringing
arousal again, imaging that she was daring enough to leave them
off, in a situation which would be scandalous if anyone discovered
it.

I just had to know.

"I didn't see you put your panties on, dear.  Are you sure you
didn't forget them?"

"Forget?  No, I know right where they are."

"So, does that mean you have them on, or not?"

"Yes," she laughed.  "Don't think about peeking either.  If you
can't tell just by looking, no one else is going to, either."

"Come on, you might sit where someone might notice."

"They could see panties, maybe, and that would be just as
impolite.  I haven't heard complaints about that.  Besides, I like
your reaction.  I'll let you know, when we go home, and not
before."

"That's not fair."

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."  As we stood outside, discussing
this, she turned around, spinning enough to lift the skirt, but
not to expose anything, and asked "Does this dress look OK,
honey?"

"It looks wonderful."


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